A bit of culture, a bit of politics, a few photos, and way too much about transport.

Phun with phones

A couple of years ago, I had a regular TCWF feature called "Moron of the Week". It showcased a particularly moronic driver I’d seen on the roads that week. People liked it, but I got tired of the concept. Tonight however, I spotted one.

Getting off the tram to go home, a woman in a red sports car came alongside the tram and failed to stop at the back door for me to get off (as required by law and as required to prevent hapless tram passengers such as myself being kersplatted all over the street). It stopped between the front and rear doors, and I walked around it.

A few seconds later when it and the tram took off again, I noticed in big yellow letters that it had a "For Sale" sign, with a mobile phone number.

I hummed and hahhed, and then whipped out my mobile phone for a little fun. I dialled, and the woman answered.

"Hello?"

"Are you driving the car?"

"What?"

"Are you driving the car?"

"Oh. Yes."

"Well next time, stop behind the tram. Don’t go past the door; you almost ran me over."